[ That could be charming. It might've been passable as such if he hadn't felt that jaw clench beneath his fingers, if it wasn't for that pulling back a veil into place like he's supposed to believe that smirk which follows. Like it's not missing a substantial amount of mirth that might've gone along with it, like - like Claude wouldn't recognize that and is ever so slightly startled to realize he does now.
Maybe any other time Claude would've let Sylvain have his mask. Gods know he has a countless number himself, but something about this particular waving of one in his face brings those bristles right back again. ]
You're as good as telling on yourself that something's the matter when you do that.
[ It's not a question, not phrased playfully like it could've been if they weren't sitting in what Claude is certain is rotting plant matter, in the dark, and with no idea of how they've arrived here. It's a statement meant to force Sylvain to acknowledge it, that, and everything else. Whether that actually happens, though? Remains to be seen. ]
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Maybe any other time Claude would've let Sylvain have his mask. Gods know he has a countless number himself, but something about this particular waving of one in his face brings those bristles right back again. ]
You're as good as telling on yourself that something's the matter when you do that.
[ It's not a question, not phrased playfully like it could've been if they weren't sitting in what Claude is certain is rotting plant matter, in the dark, and with no idea of how they've arrived here. It's a statement meant to force Sylvain to acknowledge it, that, and everything else. Whether that actually happens, though? Remains to be seen. ]